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Ireland Was Rain. I Was Tired.

I landed in Dublin thinking I’d finally outrun the noise in my head. Instead, I spent most days soaked through, watching my reflection in pub windows, wondering if anyone else felt this empty in a place so green. Everyone talks about Ireland’s magic, but no one mentions the ache of sitting alone in a hostel kitchen, the way the rain makes you feel like you’re dissolving. I have a hundred photos of cliffs and cobblestones I never posted. Not because they’re ugly, but because I didn’t know how to say: I was here, and I was lonely, and it didn’t fix me. Maybe travel isn’t about finding yourself. Maybe it’s just learning to sit with what you brought. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality